Month: August 2017


I have to deactivate FB every few months because of stupid, jealous people. 

Yeah this is going to sound arrogant AF, but they seriously don’t know who I AM.

LAG TIME…..yours is almost up


Tin Man 

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man

You don’t know how lucky you are

You shouldn’t spend your whole life wishin’

For something bound to fall apart

Every time you’re feeling empty

Better thank your lucky stars

If you ever felt one breaking

You’d never want a heart

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man

You don’t know how lucky you are

I’ve been on the road that you’re on

It didn’t get me very far

You ain’t missing nothing

‘Cause love is so damn hard

Take it from me, darling

You don’t want a heart

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man

I’m glad we talked this out

You can take mine if you want it

It’s in pieces now

By the way there, Mr. Tin Man

If you don’t mind the scars

You give me your armor

and you can have my heart

down for so long

“But I’ve been down for so long and I’ve been I’ve been keeping it too real, so Ima say what I want and I don’t care how you feel” -Jprice and ILOVEMAKKONEN

So here is the deal here’s what I’m trying to say and these words may come out a little miscommunicated because everyone who reads just ain’t gonna understand I hardly get it myself but I think it’s part of the plan…

Life is a mystery in this game Called “man” it’s as deep and mysterious as there are grains of sand…and the irony is that the sand falls so fast from the top to the bottom and it’s going so quick you don’t know where to stand and I’ve been in that sand for all of my life and I really get tired of whining about the strife so I did…prolly about ten years ago, so I just stay to myself and rarely leave my door…it’s a struggle to go out and get myself some food and to be really honest hungry never is my mood…my mood usually consists of two different ways, I’m either sleeping like Van Winkle or I’m up for several days.

I feel so much better when I’m up for several days but people make me guilty and say that my ways are not the way to be because staying up so long they say is something that is cray. In my defense I say crazy is a word that has become so fucking relative I could use it as a turd and throw in the face of every hypocrite who lies, steals, abuses and all that nasty shit….all I fucking do is stay the fuck awake and try to make sense of the things they try to take, and people that they took and they need to take a look and stay up for days until their head is shook.

(and now I need a hook, and now I need a hook)

Just dead

I’m on my last cigarette and I’m trying not to fret about all of the regret that it seems that I have met.  I need to go to sleep but now I’m way too deep and I feel I need to leap right off the deep end.   I’ve done it once before a year more than two score but my mother was there,  she pulled me by my hair up out the water….and maybe if she missed it then my life would not be so twisted and it wouldn’t have me fisted cause I would be just dead. 


I’m shaking like a leaf but I got this

My sight is 20/20 , so  I can’t miss 

Why am I so scared about fists 

That belong to another just fighting lists

Long ones I’ve been making since

I got pissed right after Christmas

And said fuck this,  I can’t take it anymore. 

And I shut the door,  but left it cracked

And that set me back 

Cause they used it for an attack

Take advantage of my lack 

And I don’t known why and

I’ve asked the sky so many times

Just tell me anything even if a lie

Cause answers are what I seek

But given that I’m meek

It took nothing but  a tweek

To make me the geek

And still I do not leak

And still I do not speak 

The things about the freak

I felt so long ago

And now my heart of woe

Is busting at its seems

I’m surrounded by fiends

Who find their means by injustice